I'll be no mozart, no genius, just me myself and a pen No chords are perfect, all songs are written the same And if I take my time I'll probably write another corny song So what's the use, let's all sing along I could've done something else and walked the path that my father laid But I lucked out and made some songs that paid, oh yeah And it took some time to realize my music could pay my phone With a roll of the dice, producing became my home But I guess I'm no Mozart, no genius, just me myself and a pen No chords are perfect all songs are written the same And if I take my time I'll probably write another corny song So what's the use, let's all sing along I guess it goes Na na, na na, nana na nana na na Na na, na na na na na, na na Na na, na na, nana na nana na na Na na na, na na na na na As time goes on I start to fall Music don't sound So great at all Should I change My style my chords Or fuck the critics Fight my own war You know what's sad I'll probably die Doing this thing The music life To be honest I'm fine with that What's a life With no soundtrack Even though I'm no Mozart, no genius, I'm just myself and my pen No chords are perfect all songs are written the same I took my time I probably wrote another corny song But what's the use, we still sing along